Chapter 127: Arrogance (1)

Hearing Chen Chuan say he would avenge them, Wang Lan and Yang Shu almost thought they were hallucinating from the beating.

"What?"

Wang Lan’s swollen eyes widened with effort, the movement pulling at his wounds and making him grimace in pain.

Ignoring the pain, he hurriedly grabbed Chen Chuan’s arm: "Junior Brother Chen! Are you crazy?"

Yang Shu also limped over, his voice filled with urgency:

"Junior Brother Chen, you can’t, you absolutely can’t!"

"We appreciate the sentiment, but we’ll just take the beating. These flesh wounds will heal with some rest."

"If you go and get hurt by them, we’ll feel terrible. Besides, you’re no match for Wang Xuanbing."

Chen Chuan looked at his two Senior Brothers, whose faces were bruised and swollen yet still trying their best to dissuade him, and felt an even greater warmth in his heart.

But his gaze grew increasingly firm: "Don’t worry, Senior Brothers. I, Chen Chuan, never do anything I’m not certain of. If I say I can help you get revenge, I naturally have the confidence."

"Confidence? What confidence do you have?" Wang Lan said anxiously. "That Wang Xuanbing is at the Peak of the Ninth Level of the Transcendence Realm; you can’t beat him."

Yang Shu nodded frantically from the side, echoing: "Yes, Junior Brother Chen, a real man knows when to yield. It’s not shameful."

Chen Chuan shook his head, his tone flat but carrying an unquestionable power:

"Peak of the Ninth Level of the Transcendence Realm? Heh, he might not be my match."

Not his match?

Wang Lan and Yang Shu were stunned again, looking at Chen Chuan’s calm and composed demeanor.

Both of them wondered if Junior Brother Chen had been driven mad by anger.

Or did he really have some earth-shattering trump card?

But a Second Level of the Transcendence Realm defeating a Ninth Level peak?

This completely subverted their common knowledge of cultivation.

Chen Chuan said no more and turned to walk out of the courtyard, his target clear: to find Zhao Hengjiang.

"Junior Brother Chen! Wait!"

Seeing they couldn’t stop him, Wang Lan and Yang Shu stamped their feet in frustration.

The two looked at each other, seeing helplessness in each other’s eyes.

"What do we do?" Yang Shu whispered.

"What else can we do? Follow him and see. We can’t let him go alone." Wang Lan gritted his teeth. "What if—I mean what if—Junior Brother Chen really has some hidden trick?"

Though the idea was utterly absurd, seeing Chen Chuan’s confident and composed back gave them a glimmer of hope.

Supporting each other and enduring the pain, they followed carefully behind Chen Chuan.

In a bustling corner of the Outer Sect Martial Arts Arena.

Zhao Hengjiang, with his face swollen like a pig’s head, was bragging to a group of lackeys and some Qingtian Alliance members who had heard the news about his grand plans.

"When I catch that bastard Chen Chuan, I’ll first make him kneel down and lick my shoes clean."

"Then I’ll strip him naked and tie him to the flagpole of the Martial Arts Arena so everyone can see the consequence of offending me, Zhao Hengjiang, and our Qingtian Alliance."

Zhao Hengjiang grinned cruelly, as if he could already see the wonderful scene.

"Senior Brother Zhao is wise!"

"That’s how it should be done, make him wish he were dead."

"And make him spit out the storage ring he stole, with interest."

The lackeys cheered, contributing all sorts of malicious ideas, the atmosphere as festive as the New Year.

Just then, a calm voice abruptly interrupted their beautiful fantasies.

"Oh? You have a lot of ideas. I wonder if you have the skill."

That voice?

Zhao Hengjiang turned abruptly. When he saw the figure walking calmly toward them with a relaxed expression, he froze for a moment, then an exaggerated and ridiculous smile broke out on his swollen face.

"Hahaha! Chen Chuan! You actually delivered yourself to us!" Zhao Hengjiang laughed loudly, pointing at Chen Chuan and saying to Wang Xuanbing beside him:

"Senior Brother Wang, look, what did I tell you? This bastard must have heard you were here and got so scared he rushed over to kowtow and admit his mistake."

He naturally assumed Chen Chuan was there to beg for mercy.

After all, Senior Brother Wang Xuanbing had personally stepped in.

The lackeys immediately joined in the shouting:

"Scared now? Too late!"

"Hurry up and kneel down to kowtow to Senior Brother Zhao and Senior Brother Wang!"

"Be smart and hand over the storage ring, then break your own arm. Maybe Senior Brother Zhao will be in a good mood and spare your dog life."

The commotion immediately drew the attention of many Disciples on the Martial Arts Arena.

In the distance, Wang Lan and Yang Shu hid behind a stone pillar, their palms sweating and hearts pounding.

They were already imagining Chen Chuan being beaten even more miserably than they were.

Facing the shouting of Zhao Hengjiang and the others, Chen Chuan picked his ear, his tone carrying a hint of impatience: "Who said I was here to apologize?"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

The smile on Zhao Hengjiang’s face froze, looking bewildered: "You’re not here to apologize?"

Chen Chuan nodded and said seriously: "Yeah, I’m here to teach you how to be a decent person."

Zhao Hengjiang and the others were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Pffft... Hahaha! Oh, I can’t breathe!" Zhao Hengjiang clutched his stomach, laughing uncontrollably.

"Teach me how to be a person? With just you?"

"Chen Chuan, do you know you’re dead meat, so you’re just talking crazy to feel good before you die?"

The lackeys also burst into thunderous laughter, doubling over as if they’d heard the joke of the year.

The onlookers couldn’t hold it in either:

"This newcomer is a real hothead!"

"Teach Zhao Hengjiang a lesson? Does he know how to spell the word ’death’?"

"I respect him for being a man. He’s a bit stupid, but his courage is commendable."

"Has he completely given up on himself and just stopped caring?"

"Good, it’ll make for a better fight. I love seeing these stubborn types get flattened."

Hearing the discussions and mockery around him, Zhao Hengjiang finally stopped laughing, his eyes turning vicious:

"Since you’re looking for death, I’ll grant it to you."

"Senior Brother Wang, please take action and teach this arrogant kid a lesson."

Wang Xuanbing, who had been watching coldly, finally locked his sharp gaze completely on Chen Chuan.

A contemptuous curve appeared at the corner of his mouth as the spiritual energy of the Peak of the Ninth Level of the Transcendence Realm slowly radiated, carrying a cold chill.

"Kid, in your next life, remember to keep your eyes open."

Wang Xuanbing didn’t waste words. He moved like a ghost toward Chen Chuan, his right hand forming a claw with icy air, aiming straight for Chen Chuan’s throat.

If this claw landed, it would be enough to pierce stone.

"Mystic Ice Claw! Senior Brother Wang is serious!"

"It’s over, a one-shot kill!"

"It’s over, let’s disperse... Eh?"

Just when everyone thought Chen Chuan would be instantly killed, and some even closed their eyes, the situation changed abruptly.

Facing Wang Xuanbing’s fierce claw, Chen Chuan didn’t dodge, his eyes calm and steady.

Before coming, Chen Chuan had spent 80 billion gold tickets to raise his cultivation to the Peak of the Ninth Level of the Transcendence Realm.

A vast and majestic power instantly filled his entire body.

Just as Wang Xuanbing’s claw was about to hit, Chen Chuan moved.

He struck second but landed first, throwing a simple punch.

No fancy light, no shocking phenomena, just pure power and speed.

Bang!

Punch and claw collided, producing a dull, heavy thud!

Then, under everyone’s stunned gaze, the aggressive Wang Xuanbing was sent flying back even faster than he had come.

He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air and crashed heavily onto the bluestone floor over ten meters away, sliding several more meters before stopping.

He struggled twice but couldn’t get up immediately.

Silence!

This corner of the Martial Arts Arena fell into a deathly silence!

You could hear a pin drop!